Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant
Chapter 143: GEMAS - CORPSES



Al realized, his wife had just seen the other side of him. This is what he doesn't want. Where anyone knows his dark world. Now it could only sigh to calm down again, then put the phone on the nightstand. Then, position yourself to face the Flower.


"Gear me! Subjecting the face only means fear. My world isn't that clean, do you want to listen to me?"


The flower nodded according, making Al smile thinly. He took the wife's two hands, then grasped them with feeling. He knew that his wife always lived with affection. So saying harshly or loudly would be rebellion. Although, the woman has an adult side sometimes.


"I'm not going to lie to you. Coming here just to finish my job, but that doesn't mean I'm using my own wife. You don't want to go home and I have to go to save someone. Both desires can be realized."


"If you ask, why don't I leave you at the villa to finish the job. I can only say, my job is to take care of you. This is not a safe place because around there are only forests and beaches. Don't worry because safety is guaranteed."


"Now sleep! This is not a request, but a husband's order." Al took off the Flower's hand, then guided the wife to lie down, then pulled out the blanket. "Good night, Flowers."


"Om, can you ask for something?" tanya Bunga blinked her eyes, the girl hoped her husband would give her wish.


Al just smiled with a gaze waiting for the wife's request. But instead of saying something. The woman chose to touch her own forehead. Whatdoes thatmean?


Five minutes later. The two of them still submerged themselves in the gaze of their eyes. It feels anxious to have an insensitive husband. Hands are tired of holding hands. Uh, still don't get a good-night kiss. Really want to bite the lips that develop a thin smile.


"Om, go ahead." ask Bunga, make Al raise eyebrows, but still do the request of his wife.


Al approached the Flower without turning his eyes away. Closer and closer until the sound of breathing both of them collide with each other. The hazelnut eyes that became magnetized lured so deeply. Without excuse, Bunga wrapped his hands locking the movement of the husband.


"Om, teach me to be your wife. Should I eat my own husband? Good idea, isn't it?"


Absurd and outspoken. Wife naughty, but eyes tease faith. Who can resist the taste of dag dig dug in the heart, if the wife alone is like a flower bud that will bloom.


Gleek!


How not to swallow saliva. When the wife is aggressive. Now, he understood what the Flower wanted. Adorable eye gaze with manyun lips. How to start it. Suddenly there was already a chewy object that crashed trying to break through his defense.


Pagutan with inevitable softness to drain the strange gelenyar. Al closed his eyes, this time he let his wife start a hot night. Togetherness of the couple accompanied by a cold night. Slowly but surely will reach the love contest in the hope of becoming real love.


The warmth felt by the couple was inversely proportional to the cold and loneliness of the baby who began to lose consciousness. The sound of crying began to sound more and more slowly. Will anyone save the child's life? In the middle of the thick forest accompanied by darkness.


While some people have started to split without caring about the cold. Flashlight is everywhere. Time was getting late, but there was no sign of the person they were looking for. Two hours later, one of the members shouted while giving a code of light by reflecting a beam of light into the sky.


Twenty minutes later, all the search teams gathered in one place. In front of them was a corpse, but the condition was extremely miserable. Where there are many incisions throughout the body and after examination. The middle finger of the right hand is missing. Looking at the fresh blood. The body is definitely new.


Suddenly from behind came the sound of footsteps that instantly distracted the search team. They gave way so that the leader could see the body.


"Check the area! Find the baby." The leader gave his orders without caring about the curiosity of the search teams, there was currently something more important and had to be worked on immediately.


However, one of the men felt it was impossible for there to be a baby. The woman's body is alone, "Boss, this woman .... "


"Just do! She was not that stupid and could definitely save her baby. Quick search!"


The leader gave the order once again. However, this time did not accept rejection by raising his tone. How could the warrior woman hand over the most precious thing to the enemy just like that. It's really impossible.


Seeing the seriousness of the leader, no one dared to argue. The search team left the leader with the corpse, but there was no fear in the man's eyes. The hand covered in special gloves began to inspect the faithful inches of the corpse's body. He also took some photos to keep as evidence.


While contemplating enjoying the heartache, from a distance came the sound of approaching footsteps. The gust of wind that hit carried a very familiar aroma. A firm, audible step can tell who the person is, making the leader move from his position.


Then, waiting for the presence of a certain person in the tenth count appeared from behind the darkness of the night. The count must be true because the audible voice could tell where the position of the person was.


"Ten .... "


"Nine .... "


"Eight .... "


"Seven .... "


"Enz .... "


"Five .... "


"Four .... "


"Three .... "


"Two .... "


"Bec .... "


Cold face with black coat wearing special glasses, boots, leather gloves. The man with the cool scent appeared right at the last count of the leader. A resolute step with an aura of intimidation walked over to the corpse lying on the wet ground.


"Catrina. What about Saif. Is she safe?"


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